Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.